Page 7 of Pucking Tangled

SEVEN

Owen

“You like her.” Owen smirked as he chucked his shirt and gym shorts and climbed into bed with Casey.

“Huh?” Casey looked up from his phone.

“Mia. You like her.”

Casey smiled. “Of course I do. She’s my best friend. It’s a given.”

“No, I mean you like her. You’re attracted to her,” Owen whispered in Casey’s ear as he traced his hand down his body and squeezed Casey’s semi-hard length through his boxers.

Casey flexed his hips upward and groaned.

“Aren’t you?” he slipped his hand under Casey’s boxers and fisted his cock, giving it rough strokes that he knew his boyfriend liked.

Casey turned his head and kissed Owen. “I like you. I like it when you touch me.”

Owen chuckled. “Babe, it’s okay. You can admit it. I just don’t know how I never noticed it before. ”

He moaned. “O, I really don’t want to think about Mia right now.”

“Admit that you think she’s sexy and I’ll make you come.”

Another man might have been jealous or put off by the thought of their boyfriend being attracted to someone else, but not Owen.

That wasn’t how their relationship was. They were in love with each other.

It just so happened that they didn’t mind sharing, discreetly , regardless of whether it was a man or a woman.

If the world actually knew about some of the shenanigans Casey and Owen got into with Waylon and Luca from time to time. Whew!

Casey blew out a frustrated breath. “I think she’s hot as hell, okay? But we’re just friends and I’d never?—”

Owen interrupted him with a searing kiss. “What if I wanted to make a move on her?”

Casey’s eyes went wide. “You…you want to sleep with my best friend?”

Owen shrugged. “That depends. I think it would be hot as hell to watch you fuck her, while I fuck you. Or even switching the script and letting you fuck me while I take her.”

Casey’s cock twitched in Owen’s hand. “Rules, O. We made rules for a reason,” he croaked out.

“That just means we have to do it the right way.” Owen kissed along his cheek.

“God. I fucking hate you right now.”

“You love me.”

Casey swallowed hard. “What if I wanted to fuck her with you?”

Owen hummed. “I bet that would feel amazing. Your cock rubbing against mine as we tandem fuck her. ”

“O,” Casey hissed.

“What is it, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“Suck my cock,” Casey pleaded, lifting his hips so he could push his boxers down over his thighs.

Owen moved between Casey’s legs and leaned down, taking the crown of Casey’s cock in his mouth. He knew Casey was trying to distract both of them from any more talk of Mia. And he’d let him.

For now.

With Mia under their roof, it would be so easy to make her theirs. What was it Waylon added to the no hook-ups rule? Unless you ask nicely.

So. They’d ask nicely.

Wouldn’t be the first time they considered adding a third to their dynamic. But something told him that bringing Mia into their relationship would only build on the love they had to share.

“Fuck yeah, O.” Casey held Owen’s head down and fucked his face.

Owen’s dick begged for attention. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, smearing on the sheets but he kept sucking until Casey was squirming and cursing.

“Gonna come, Owen.”

He sucked harder and squeezed Casey’s balls the way he liked.

“Yes. Shit. That’s it, Owen, make me come. Take it. Swallow my load.” Casey roared, spilling his seed down Owen’s throat.

He swallowed as fast as he could, taking every drop.

Casey collapsed back onto his pillow, panting. “Fucking hell, Owen.”

He licked his lips, then kissed Casey while he reached for the lube they kept on the nightstand. “I need to fuck you now, baby.”

“Yes,” Casey hissed.

Owen opened the lube, poured some on his fingers, and coated Casey’s hole. He massaged him, slowly easing one finger in, then another. He scissored his fingers and thrusted, opening his partner up. When he was ready, Owen lubed up his cock and slowly pressed inside.

“So, fucking, tight,” he grunted through gritted teeth.

Casey pulled him down on top of him and kissed him hard. “Fuck me, O. Own me.”

He moved his hips. Slow and steady at first, words tumbling from his mouth. “God, Casey. I can just picture Mia now. Straddling your hips. Riding your cock while I fuck you like this.”

Casey let out a strained mewl and threw his arm over his eyes. “Owen,” his voice seemed to echo a warning.

He rocked into him harder and wrapped his hand around Casey’s cock that was already springing back to life. God, to be that young and virile again.

“Imagine it, Case. Her tight, warm pussy squeezing your cock while I fuck you…just…like…this…” He grunted with every thrust. “I bet you her tits would look amazing, bouncing up and down while she rides you.”

Christ. Owen was so damn wound up and turned on that he was about to blow like a teen on prom night.

A feral growl rolled off Casey’s tongue. “Goddamn it, Owen.”

Sweat lined his brow, and his breath quickened as he fucked Casey harder. “Admit it. You like the idea of fucking her, Casey.”

Casey damn sure wasn’t the only one. Owen had felt the twinge of lust standing in the kitchen drying dishes with her. His stupid mind let him picture a life where they could have that. Forever.

He couldn’t explain it. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t been around Mia before.

Sure, he thought she was attractive, but that had been it.

Now, though? It was something that seemed to go so much deeper than just wanting to protect Casey’s best friend and wanting to show her how she deserved to be treated.

Deeper than just someone to have a little fun with.

Now he felt some kind of primal need burning inside of him to claim her. To make her theirs.

Maybe he didn’t let himself feel it before, because Mia was involved with someone. An asshole who didn’t cherish her, but he made her happy. For a little while. Or maybe it was because he was struggling with the same thing that Casey currently was.

She was the best friend.

Off-limits.

Friend zoned.

But what if she could be so much more?

Casey uncovered his eyes and gripped Owen’s forearms like a vice. “Fine. I admit it. I want to fuck my best friend. I want her. I want you. I’m fucking in love with her, okay?” Tears filled Casey’s eyes with his confession.

“Casey.” Owen jerked his boyfriend harder, matching every thrust with a tight tug of his cock. Once. Twice. And again until he grunted and filled Casey’s hole, while Casey’s cum coated his stomach.

Owen hovered over Casey, panting and trying to catch his breath before he pulled out and rolled over onto his back. “Give me a minute and I’ll get you cleaned up,” he huffed.

Casey let out the faintest sniffle .

“Case?” Owen moved to his side and propped himself up on one elbow. “Baby. Talk to me.”

“I love you,” were the first words out of Casey’s mouth.

“I know you do,” Owen reassured him.

“But, I wasn’t lying when I said I’m in love with her, too.” Casey swiped angrily at the tears falling from his eyes. “That’s not why I invited her to move in here, though.”

“I know that, too.” Owen gave him a gentle smile.

“God. What the hell am I going to do, O?”

“Baby, it’s not the first time we’ve been with the same woman. Who says we can’t try again?”

Casey shook his head. “That shit never works out, Owen. You know that. Mia’s worth more than that. She’s different. She’s not a girl you have a casual fling with, get your rocks off with, and move on.”

“You think I don’t realize that? Case, have you ever stopped to think that maybe it didn’t work out before because those girls weren’t the right fit? Maybe Mia is the missing piece.”

“The missing piece?” Casey looked at him and raised his brow. “I wasn’t aware that anything was missing.”

Owen smirked. “Exactly. But tell me you don’t feel like it is now.”

“I fucking hate you,” Casey chuckled and shoved Owen’s chest. “I’m going to wash up. Go the fuck to sleep, old man.”

Owen started to protest, but Casey barreled out of the bedroom like his ass was on fire. The bathroom door closed behind him, and Owen heard the tell-tale sound of the lock clicking into place.

They would figure this all out.

One way or another.

They had to.